November Is the Cruelest Month

Just two weeks ago the old van died--a faithful hauler with lots of gumption. The new one is slightly better, though almost indistinguishable apart from colour, which is fine with me. Winter has advanced relentlessly since Hallowe'en. It warmed enough to melt much of the snow in the city, but the countryside to the north is still in the full grip of Ullr (Norse god of snow--had to look that up!).